Oops. This was yesterday's, but I guess
I was off doing other things.....
Silly afternoon. Yesterday. Picked up my blind friend and we Explored an awesome hardware store in Tacoma to look for gardening tools that are more accessible for me. We do great: the lame leading the blind. Found an awesome weeder thing that looks like a metal stirrup on a pole that shaves just beneath the soil to separate week from root. And it has a rocking motion that will allow it to work in both directions, halving my effort. I also bought three artichoke plants to plant in the mole infested plot in my community garden. Damn little buggers ate every pea sprout I put in there. So I decided to fuck with them and plant all the things that burrowing animals hate: onions, garlic, shallots, and I cannot imagine them enjoying the thistle that is an artichoke.
Is pumping jeep exhaust into their burrows through a garden hose considered "organic gardening"?
Anyway, That wasn't the point of this vaped diary entry. . . .
The point was that I then picked up my wife from work and took her to an antique store where the owner had promised to bring in a tray of loose semi-precious stones she would sell cheaply to a new jewelry making student, as she herself is a retired goldsmith and wants to help me out. But she hadn't found them yet, so we went out for Mexican food. During dinner, she asked if I had a medible in my bag and I did not. So she decided to hang at the restaurant while I wandered off to go to a dispensary favorite nearby. Along the way I saw literally the most awesome motorcycle I've ever seen in my life.
The guy said he made basically everything on it, including the
tires!!!! I love the rat-rod style and this thing just blew me away.
Then I met a man named Mole. He told me a poem about watching the sunrise when he was living in a one gas station town somewhere near or in Death Valley. Best line in it was about how he'd watched the exact same sunrise a thousand times and it was never the same.
Dispensary visit was uninteresting. I came in and said I simply wanted the very strongest edible for breakthrough pain at night. Came home with a jar of medicated peanut butter that had 300mg of THC and ate half of it when I got home.
But it took longer than expected to walk up several streets (The area downtown is built almost on stairs, so to go three blocks means walking up many stories.) So by the time I returned, my wife had probably had one more margarita than she should have (I'm a double Roy Roger's or Shirley Temple kind of cocktail drinker!).
Because she was disappointed that we had not been able to find raw materials for my jewelry making, she suggested we drop by the metal studio and see what my teacher had in her case. My drunk wife proceeded to choose a nice handful of stones and instructed me to pick out all the sterling and fine silver sheet metal, wire, etc that I would need to make the pieces she wants me to make. I was going to need to produce the pieces she wanted me to make with them. She's really awesome to me in ways like this by encouraging my interests and wants me to have what I need to improve my skills, so it is really nice to have this little hoard of materials to work with, and I'm excited to start working in my new home studio for the first time tomorrow.
Vapman by the bedside waiting if needed, but this peanut butter is working out fine.
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Today was a learning day. I spent half my day working on setting a stone in a pendant for my wife, only to shatter the stone as I was checking the final fit.
After dinner, I decided to redeem myself and give another stone a chance. Worked out much better this time around.
One great thing about metalsmithing is that there are lots of times when I have three or five minutes to wait, and we all know what can be done in three to five minutes.
I'm still working on all that free 4/20 raffle winning weed, so it's a blend of Girl Scout cookies and two strains of Kush.